Note to readers, this is the second chapter in this saga. It is best to read part I before starting with this section. Doing so, will provide helpful background.
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That evening started something for us, and we wanted more. The act of watching and admiring others quickly became a mutual activity. It was fun. It was kinky. It was damned erotic. We silently chose not to discuss what we were doing or try and evaluate the why of it. We just did it. Maybe we feared that words would spoil an erotic activity.
Often, not always, when we were out and about, we would be on the watch for an attractive person. I would sometimes point out other men for my wife to check out and she would point out women for me to salivate over.
"What do you think about that guy?" I would ask her. "He looks fit and could probably give you a good ride." We would then joke about just what the guy in question might do to her.
"That woman in the blue dress looks like she would be fun in bed. I'll bet she shaves her pussy." And we would chuckle over this.
Neither of us actually wanted to have sex with these people but it was definitely fun to contemplate and to describe in great detail what that person's body would be like and what special kinky things they may want to do in bed. The more we watched and admired other people, the kinkier our descriptions became.
At times she would covertly take a photo or video of the person in question, but we had to be very careful about this. Since these people were out in public it was probably legal, but the ethics of it could certainly be questioned and we didn't want to piss anyone off. My wife even considered taking it a step further one day when were on our way to our racquet club. She had commented on how there were often nude women in the locker room and wondered if I wanted for her to secretly take photos of them.
"No way in hell!" I had to exclaim. That was just wrong in so many ways. This did lead me to wonder about my wife then as she was drifting into actions and thoughts which were way outside of our traditional behavior and even outside of any sort of acceptable behavior.
So, we limited the photo and videos she took and soon just concentrated on admiring attractive men and women around us and mostly stopped taking photos. Then, over the weeks, this evolved. It seemed that neither of us got much of a thrill over evaluating the sexuality of other men. Both of us, however, definitely liked checking out and commenting on other women. Was Rachael secretly lesbian or bi?
After a while we set a pattern for our mutual evaluation of other women. We called it "Babe of the day." Other men were no longer part of the equation. At the end of the day, while having an after-dinner wine at home, we would verbally review the women we had seen during the day. As often happened, there was no one of interest to comment on and review. Some days, only one person came up in the discussion. On the really fun days, we would have encountered multiple attractive women. Then the game was on to see how we each ranked them. The winner would be the "Babe of the Day."
It was fun. Erotic fun. We would talk about the woman's assets and what caused her to be the day's winner. In this discussion, it was very obvious that we evaluated women differently. For me, it was simple, who had the greatest overall visual impact. I wasn't worried about specifics. For my wife, she went into great detail on each aspect of the woman from her body to how she dressed. She would frequently hone in on the size of a woman's breasts. I actually preferred slender women and while a big chest can be fun, it wasn't the primary attribute which appealed to me.
We rarely had "normal" sex anymore. It was almost always the pretense of my wife being the "babe of the day" and trying to emulate what sort of sex that woman would want. I could see my wife drifting ever kinkier in her actions. I sure as hell wasn't complaining.
Then the game morphed a bit. We met Hailey.
One Friday evening, before going to dinner, my wife wanted to stop in to check out a new line of cosmetics that she had seen advertised. Okay, like many women, my wife enjoyed trying on various lip glosses or eye shadows and I tried not to whine too much about the cost. Thankfully she didn't overdo it and kept a fairly natural look.
I left her to go to the cosmetics counter at the new boutique which had sprung up in the shopping center. This is one of those outdoor malls which were springing up and had a good mix of small shops and restaurants. The bistro where we would be dining was just a few doors down.
She went inside while I chose to just sit on a bench outside and watch the people stroll on by. After about five minutes I received a text from my wife. "Come in now! BOTD++" BOTD, I knew was "Babe of the day" and seemingly a notable one.
So, I guessed that I would be going in to watch my wife check out some makeup. Not my favorite thing but with a BOTD++ on offer in addition to her buying cosmetics, who was I to pass this up?
I went into the fairly small store and found my wife sitting on a stool near the back of the softly lit shop. Facing her was a young woman and she was applying something to my wife's face. Okay, I didn't get it. Yes, this blonde was cute, but it seems that Rachael had oversold her appeal some.
My wife turned to me and introduced the other woman as Hailey. After only a moment, I was completely smitten, and my opinion had totally changed. Wow! Hailey gave me a winning smile and only spoke one sentence about how beautiful my wife is. Then she nodded to a stool near them where I could sit and watch closely. That smile, wow! That sultry voice, another wow! Okay, and the physical appeal was also quite high. Her shape would be described as petite but with delightfully high and sizeable breasts. The straight blonde hair went halfway down her back. She was dressed all in black as so many women in cosmetics seemed to do. Then, her face. I guess I would describe it as elfin. Maybe the best word is simply cute. I wouldn't describe her as hot. I would, instead, say she was a quiet beauty.
All-in-all, this woman, who I was guessing to be in her early twenties, was an absolute keeper. If I was half my age, I'm fifty-two now, and single I would have done everything in my power to get to know her better.
My wife, it would seem, was doing that job for me. For us.
I sat and watched the two women while also pretending to check out my cell phone. That phone now had the camera on, and a video of the duo was in the making. Yes, we had largely given up on taking videos of others, but this Hailey merited my recording her every action. My wife could tell what I was doing, even though to any outside observer it would seem that I was simply messing with some app on the phone. Rachael knew better and gave me a wink to acknowledge.
Hailey delicately applied various types of goo, (aka cosmetics), to my wife and the two women chatted amiably while this was going on. More than once, Hailey turned and gave me a smile and then turned back to my wife. With each smile, I melted a bit more.
I loved watching the two of them. Hailey was standing very close to my wife, and it was quite sensual to watch her gently brush a lock of Rachael's hair away and gently hold my wife's chin as she slowly moved my wife's head to one side and then another. That hand seemed to softly caress my wife's face, but I was probably putting way more into this than what was actually happening. The reality was simply that a cosmetician was applying makeup to my wife. The fantasy was that she was coming onto Rachael.
